He ran headlong at me: I felt him grasp my hair and my shoulder: he had closed with a desperate thing. I really saw in him a tyrant, a murderer. I felt a drop or two of blood from my head trickle down my neck, and was sensible of somewhat pungent suffering: these sensations for the time predominated over fear, and I received him in frantic sort. I don't very well know what I did with my hands, but he called me "Rat! Rat!" and bellowed out aloud. Aid was near him: Eliza and Georgiana had run for Mrs. Reed, who was gone upstairs: she now came upon the scene, followed by Bessie and her maid Abbot. We were parted: I heard the words--

     "Dear! dear! What a fury to fly at Master John!"

     "Did ever anybody see such a picture of passion!"

     Then Mrs. Reed subjoined--

     "Take her away to the red-room, and lock her in there." Four hands were immediately laid upon me, and I was borne upstairs.